PMS; Prepare to Meet Satan…

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Signs that you may have PMS.

* You can toast marshmallows with your breath.

*Your default response to EVERYTHING is… fuckoff and die.

*Your secret chocolate stash looks like it was ransacked by Bigfoot, except it was actually you.

*Everyone in the house including the dog are wearing crucifix’s.

*The snowman is reduced to a puddle when you walk by.

*Your only emotion is RageSobLaugh simultaneously.

*You roll Prozac in chocolate, because you’re desperate.

*You consider slitting a biker dudes neck with your hang nail because he’s in your way, but you spare him when you remember there’s no chocolate in the Big House.

(To be continued… in 28ish days.)

PMS

Kiss my Butt, Orville!!!

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Screw you Orville.

When I see this sitting on the kitchen counter my hair stands straight up, like Marge Simpson, except on FIRE.

I’m not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but this demonic popcorn canon has clearly pushed me beyond my limits.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Floor, countertop, sink…

Two points for the cat dish.. RAWRR!!

The crowd goes wild.

Dammit.

HURRY… must find SOMETHING to melt the butter in!

How about mom’s special crystal Princess House coffee mug?

Score.

Nuke butter until it boils over onto microwave tray creating an slippery puddle… check.

Leave it … check.

 Munch on popcorn in front of TV, making sure the carpet critters get their fair share.

Yummmm….

Put GINORMOUS popcorn bowl (that barely fits in sink) …in sink, making sure the kernels float in the dish foam.

Toss butter melting cup into cold dish water for extra slick dishes.

This adventure now requires a broom, vacuum cleaner, extra load of dishes and a shot of Tequila.

I vote for microwave popcorn every. single. time, but NOOOO!!!

It’s a kid thing, that they learned from the man-child.

Popcorn sucks.

The End.

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The Witch Doctor is in

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The question is… can a sinus infection  be cured with cayenne pepper?

I read this on the interwebs, swear. to. God.

The jury’s deliberating.

What exactly drove this chronic sinus sufferer to research homeopathic alternatives, you ask?

I’ve freaking had it. Up to here! Pointing to the tippy top of the mucous mans top hat, that’s what.

After a solid week of rest, fluids, pain relievers, decongestants, diligent sinus irrigation, warm compresses and steam.

I. give. up.

And… NO, I’d rather not visit my primary care physician to be put on antibiotics.

Just no.

I’m a nurse for fucks sake. Nurses cure themselves. Plus, they tend to use a smarter more practical approach.  

I dove into the interwebs and researched homeopathic sinus remedies, with great hopes of putting this current green monster to rest. 

RIP Mucous Man! 

In a nut shell, the three top homeopathic choices were apple cider vinegar, cayenne pepper and hydrogen peroxide.

Here are the suggested dosages and methods if you’re interested.

I decided to go with the cayenne pepper. Mostly, because I like it HOT HOT HOT!!

Apple cider vinegar via inhalation- 1 tsp/cup of steaming water or 1/4 cup/vaporizer (average size) tank. Breathe it in.

Taken orally (drinking <–clarified, because you never know) the reccomended dose is 1 tsp/1 cup of steaming water. *Honey may be added to make this more palatable. 

*Unfortunate note- I almost barfed after a few sips. 

This may work out better, if perhaps you took a shot of Jack Daniels first. You already feel like total shit or you wouldn’t be considering drinking ACV in the first place, so it certainly couldn’t hurt.

The hydrogen peroxide option is for irrigation only. (via Neti pot or other system. I use the Sinugator by NeilMed. The Sinugator kicks ass. Plus, I like the cool name. Sinugator… RAWR!) Approx. 3ml/50ml distilled or sterile water. I keep approximating, because in witch doctory everything is approximated or ‘ish’, I assume. 

I just made that up, because this is obviously not an exact science. Plus, I’m the boss of this post.

The cayenne pepper option can be snorted (the word snort makes me giggle madly) or taken orally. Oral- 1 tsp/cup of hot water- ingested 3 times per day. To snort, (giggle) put a TEENY (I can’t possibly stress this enough) pinch between your fingers and sniff it up. 

Did I mention this is NOT for wimps? That part gets very very important here, as some people may find themselves running to the ER.

If you’re one of them, do not try this. Go directly to your physican and get a wussy antibiotic, you whiny baby. In fact, I think I hear your mommy calling you.

You’ve been warned.

Here’s a little blurb I wrote while conducting the CP experiment. For authenticity’s sake.

OoooooEmmmfuckinGeeeee!!!!

Lawd Jesus, it’s a FIRE….  in my nose!

Someone grab a cold pop. I’m ready to stick a Popsicle in each nostril.

This is NOT for wimps.

Things that have gone numb… nostrils, lips, tongue and most of my nose.

Possibly my eyes, but who could tell through the tears.

Do not try this at home.

The Internet experts swore this wasn’t unbearable and would only burn for a few minutes.

The Internet people are fucking liars liars… my nose is on FIRE!!!

I should’ve YouTubed this stunt, because then maybe I could get an endorsement from the cayenne pepper people instead of continuing to seek a normal boring day job.

Normal day jobs suck.

Yes, I’d absofuckinglutely be willing to turn myself into an inferno for cash.

Cha ching$$

Fifteen minutes and counting.

My glasses are fogging up for real and that has me LMAO and crying all at the same time.

Look… I’m a dragon!!

Bahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

If this works I may never have to go to the doctors ever again.

The burn is starting to subside.

Breeeeeeeeathe.

Official study results- It’s been approximately 24 hours and I’m elated to say that I’ve seen a considerable improvement. The symptoms aren’t 100% gone, but I believe I’ve won the battle.

The Battle of FIRE!!!

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Facebook Security… NOT

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I’m re-posting this little spoof on Fb SECURITY with a catchy picture to trick you guys into reading it.
I have something to say about the latest Fb chain letter thing-a-ma-bullshit that says, “I want to stay PRIVATELY connected with you, blah blah blah, hover-over-my-name-and-recite-The-Declaration-of-Independence-backwards-3times-while-standing-on-your-head-shaking-a-tambourine bullshit.
No.
Adjust your own stinkin privacy settings.
This forum is called the Internet and it’s bigger than the Milky Way (not the creamy delicious candy bar, the galaxy… as in stars and shit)
If you post a photo of your cat, chances are Hitler’s great grandson’s cross dressing lesbian cousin may see it… and even like it.
She may even copy it and use it for her screen saver.
Shit happens. Especially, if it’s a cute cat.
Plus, you guys this is the INTERNET, it’s not an Amish Farm house isolated from society all quaint and private, it’s the Inter-freaking-NET.
By the Inter-freaking-NET, I mean you’re fb status is as private as a flashing billboard on Route 66.
Example: You can meticulously tweak your privacy settings to be as secure as Fort Knox, covered in barbed wire, guarded by rabid flying monkey’s, but there’s no guarantee that a Fb friend won’t share, copy or paste your posts elsewhere.
If you post it, expect it to be displayed in it’s full glory, neon lights flashing in the giant Internet showcase, right next to the Milky Way’s, M & M’s and Twix bars on Route 66… or the Great Wall of China.
I think the best privacy setting is common sense.
Which probably explains a lot.
If you must delete me, I’m totally cool with it.
You will probably miss my very fun posts though, so don’t forget to follow my blog, Extreme Mom, which happens to be a very open-ish format where you even get to follow me to doctor appointments, the dressing room at Macy’s and on occasion, even routine traffic stops by the po-lice.
I’m totally hip like that.

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Would you like a side of charcoal with that?

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What is it?

Answer- they USED to be French fries, but NOW they’re charcoal sticks.

They actually WRITE.

Of course I tried it. It’s the first thing I did. (I drew a smiley face)

No shit.

The REAL question here is… am I proud or horrified?

My 19 y/o was making french fries last night, they caught fire and he extinguished it. The End.

I woke up to powdery fire-putter-outter-stuff all over the counter.

Cleaned it up, made coffee and haven’t missed a beat.

I file this under… Everyday shit.

By EVERY day, I mean it wasn’t our first fire.

Also, my kids are pretty damned cool under pressure.

I like that.

Jabba the Easter bread

Sometimes you’re minding your own domestic business making Easter breads and…

Jabba the Hut happens.

It couldn’t be helped.

The force was with me.

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